Frozen One

piotr clicked his seatbelt in place, a face of worry carved into skin. "i... suppose. i trust you." gripping onto the plastic handle and digging into the tan leather, colossus huffed and looked toward his friend, "i get not telling scott but, why not warren?"

"isn't that... stealing, bobby? oy!" practically being dragged by the ice mutant, the russian rasputin finally submitted. "let me get my boots first, tovarisch-!" rushedly grabbing his boots and coats, colossus followed bobby out and into the garage. "are we taking scott's car?"

"bobby," piotr exclaimed with timid amounts of self-assertion, "i like my clothes. what is wrong with my attire?" he ran a hand down his slicked hair and then down his heavy knit, pastel yellow polo. "it is comfortable when i work."

“Hoo boy.”

My dream was dead in my arms. I continued to walk.

One of the crooks he caught robbing a bodega asked him to web them “like one of your french girls.” 𝘌𝘸.

you want a piece of me? / uh... whoa. not gonna lie, if you were taller this would be pretty hot.

… 𝕱𝗼𝗿 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖐𝖊𝖘 . 𝘙𝘐𝘎𝘏𝘛 & 𝙒𝙍𝙊𝙉𝙂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝕙𝕦𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗴𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 .

“What the hell do you mean that Johnny slept with a centipede?”